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Chapter 2.

Water was dripping all over the floor as Reba walked from the bathroom to her bedroom, dressed in only a towel. Maybe she'd responded a bit harsh to Brock. She assumed he'd left about thirty minutes earlier, and she knew she would eventually stop by his house and talk about it. Reba realized her outburst may had been a bit over the top. But Brock just hit the wrong button. First, all her dreams about Brock and her in their younger days, then him talking to her about another possible divorce. As if one hadn't been enough. What bothered her the most, was that he thought it was perfectly okay to talk to her about such intimate details in his and Barbara Jean's marriage. Details that were still somewhat hurtful for her to hear. It reminded her of divorcing Brock, all the pain it caused…. It still caused, sometimes.

With a big sigh, she wrapped her towel around her head and got dressed, thinking about whether she should go see Brock immediately or let it all rest. Reba wasn't sure her temper was gone completely, and figured she should wait until the next day. While putting some mousse in her hair, she looked into the mirror. As she looked at her reflection, she sighed. She'd become old. Things were so much better back in the days.

August 1981, Nashville, Tennessee.

"Brock, you idiot, why'd ya do that?" Brock quickly ran away, as Reba followed him. It was a sunny, hot day and they'd been hanging around one of the biggest pools in Nashville for a few hours now. Everything had been absolutely great. Until Brock had decided it would be fun to throw Reba in the pool, without her knowing of it. The result was a soaking wet Reba and a laughing Brock who was now running away since he was chased by his girlfriend. He eventually stopped when he reached the place where their towels were and fell down on one of them. A few seconds after that, a wet body fell down next to him and snuggled closer. "I'm not the only one getting wet."

Brock chuckled slightly and pulled her closer. A pout was visible on her lips and he said: "Don't look so sad babe, the sun will dry you up in a second." "I know. My hair though! Ugh, it'll look awful." "You're always gorgeous."

Reba smiled at Brock before kissing him on his lips. It had been about a month since they'd first met, and since, they'd been spending every single possible second together. It had been feeling as if she was living in a dream thus far. Brock was everything she wanted a man to be, and she was still surprised someone like him had fallen in love with her as much as she'd fallen in love with him. Everything was absolutely perfect. They'd been horseback riding together, gone out dancing, had plenty of dinners together, watched the stars at night and they'd even gone fishing. On Brock's request, that last one though, since she hated it. But it had made him happy, and in return, he'd took her out for a lovely dinner. Everything was so amazing, and Reba felt so happy to have him in his life. She was so happy that's she'd gone to the lake that month before. She couldn't even imagine being without Brock anymore.

Reba closed her eyes, enjoying the warm sun on her skin while Brock's hand was holding hers and gently caressing the skin with his thumb. After a few minutes, she heard him say: "Reba?" She opened her eyes and placed her hand above her eyes so she could face Brock without the sun getting in her way. "What?" "I…. I love you, Reba."

It was the first time Brock had told her he loved her. An intense feeling of happiness washed over her and she just prayed there were many more of those "I love you's" to come. She felt so happy, so blessed. This was the man of her dreams. The love of her life. "I love you too, Brock."

The memory of her and Brock in happier times faded as quickly as it came when Reba heard the front door open and a voice yell: "Mrs. H? We're here!"

She'd completely forgotten the appointment she had with Cheyenne and Van to take care of Elizabeth for the afternoon. Luckily, she was almost finished. She quickly put on some lipstick before running down the stairs. She found Cheyenne, Van and little Elizabeth in the living room. Elizabeth was playing with a toy, but wiggled over to Reba as soon as she saw her. "Grandma!" Reba picked up the little girl and kissed her hair as she said: "Hi baby, you're good?" The little girl nodded before Reba placed her back on the ground again and turned to her daughter and son-in-law. "Mom, Elizabeth's a bit sick…. You should put her to bed in an hour, so she can sleep a bit before dinner." Reba chuckled. "I've been a mom too, you know.."

Cheyenne realized she hadn't even greeted her mother, and felt a bit guilty immediately. "I'm sorry mom, I'm just worried. Elizabeth's been having this cold for so long now and the doctor said she's fine, but, well…" Reba didn't even let her finish as she gave her daughter a quick hug and said: "You're just worried, I understand. I'll take good care of her, you and Van should go and have fun with your friends. I'll see you two tonight." "Thanks, Mrs. H! I'll make sure Cheyenne won't call you twenty times to check on Elizabeth."

Reba smiled at Cheyenne and Van as they said goodbye to their daughter. She was so happy and somewhat relieved that her daughter seemed to do so well in her marriage and in being a mom, despite of all the mistakes she and Brock had made.

Reba put Elizabeth to bed about an hour and a half later. She made sure she grabbed the baby phone, so she could hear Elizabeth waking up, and settled on the couch. With a cup of tea in front of her, she turned on the television to see if there was something on worth watching. Just when she was about to feel relaxed, her front door swung open. A grown escaped from her mouth before she turned around, and saw the man of whom she'd been thinking all morning in front of her. "Reba… I know you didn't want to see me. But can we talk?"

She sighed. "I'm in a good mood right now. Don't spoil it for me." Brock just quickly nodded before taking place on the other side of the couch. "I'm sorry about this morning… I really didn't mean to upset you. I just got so used to talking to you about everything… I just didn't realize I was going too far. I shouldn't talk to you about such intimate things regarding me and Barbara Jean."

A small smile appeared on Reba's face. Typical Brock to come over himself and apologize, even though she'd told him to stay away. He'd become a lot more caring over the years, and she appreciated it. Even though it should actually be Barbara Jean he should be so caring about. "Thank you. You're forgiven. For now, at least."

"I'm glad. I should go now… Barbara Jean is coming home in a bit and we're going to talk about… Well, the therapy thing."

Reba nodded. "Brock, I know I told you I didn't wanna know about anything regarding you and Barbara Jean. It's not completely true, of course I want to know where you guys are standing. Just… Be a little more, I don't know, careful about talking 'bout it. I know we divorced a long time ago, but I still don't enjoy being confronted with it."

Brock sighed and nodded. "I know that. I'm sorry, about all of what happened. I wish…." Brock wanted to speak, but instead, said: "You were a great wife, Reba. And I'm sorry that I made you feel otherwise. I wish… Never mind. I should go."

He stood up and walked to the front door, but Reba followed him. Her curiosity got the best of her as she quickly walked after him and put her hand on his shoulder. "You wish what, Brock?" Her blue eyes focused on his and Reba felt her hand getting sweaty. The seemingly innocent touch made her feel nervous, something she wasn't used to anymore.

Both pair of eyes were focused on the other as Brock said: "You're gonna hate me for saying this… I just… I just wish our divorce had never happened." He then shook off her hand and left the living room, leaving Reba in the room on her own. She'd heard him perfectly fine. He wished he'd never divorced her. It may have seemed like a simple comment, but Reba knew he didn't just regret hurting her. That spark that she'd felt when they were looking in each other's eyes and had physical contact, had been mutual. Her mind started spinning, and all she could then think about was Brock's little talk about not wanting to go into therapy. Was there more behind that then him just not loving Barbara Jean the way he felt like he should?